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  • The Gatepost Vol. 2.7: Rest In Peace

    "Rest in Peace I wish I was a little rock A-settin’ on a hill; A-doing nothing all day long, But just a-scttin’ still; I wouldn’t eat, I wouldn’t drink, I wouldn’t even wash; I’d set and set a thousand years And rest myself, by goshi —Anon. To the above, a commuter might add: I wouldn’t climb old Normal Hill; I wouldn't study, read nor drill; I wouldn’t rush for bus nor train, And if it rained, I'd let it rain I No hill to scurry down at night, With coat half on and hair a fright. I’d be so happy, settin' still— Just settin’ still on Normal Hill."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "Just take this comfort into your soul"

    "“Just take this comfort into your soul In the midst of your worries and frets The football never could score a goal • Were it not for the kick it gets.” —John Kendrick Bangs."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "What we call Luck"

    "What we call Luck Is simply Pluck, And doing things over and over; Courage and will, Perseverance and skill, Are the four leaves of Luck's clover. —Book of Good Cheer."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "The school paper is a grand invention"

    "The school paper is a grand invention The school gets all the fame, The printers get all the money, And the staff gets all the blame! —The Lariat."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "They might not need me—yet they might"

    ""They might not need me—yet they might, I’ll let my heart be just in sight. A smile so small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.” —Emily Dickinson."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: What A Job!

    "What a Job! Getting out this paper is no picnic. If we print wise-cracks, iwople say we are silly. If we don’t they say we are too serious. If we clip things from other papers, we arc too lazy to write it down ourselves. If we don't, we’re stuck on our own stuff. If we work all day on the sheet, We ought to be out hunting up news. If we do leave and try to hustle, We ought to be on the job in the office. If we don’t print contributions, We don’t appreciate true genius; If we do, the paper is filled with junk. If we make a change in a fellow’s write-up, We are too critical; If we don’t, we are asleep. Now, like as not someone will say We stole this one from some other paper. You’re right."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "Pluck wins, it always wins, though days be slow"

    "Pluck wins, it always wins, though days be slow And nights be dark twixt days that come and go, Still Pluck wins, its average is sure; He wins the most who can the most endure ; Who faces evils, and who never shirks, Who waits, and watches, and always works. —Boston Transcript."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "The good ship Nausea went to sea"

    "The good ship Nausea went to sea With a rollicking crew aboard, With a bosun tight, and a midshipmite And a lad who was known as Lord; So they sailed away for a year and a day To the land of the Jcllibo-1ec Where the Dinkus bird was distinctly heard Oh the Amfahda tree They were eight days out on the gallant sloop And tearing along for fair, When the Bosun mounted the starboard poop And he raved and tore his hair; With a desperate look he waved a book While he told the crew to heed him, And he cried, “What devilish good are yez ?— Here’s our cook-book crawlin’ with recipes For hearty lubbers what sail the seas,—■ And none o’ you blokes can read ’em I! Now what am I to do with the blasted crew When I don’t know what to feed ’em??” Then up spoke a lad of about 14 (Who was later to become a distinquish-dcan) And his voice was shrill but hearty, “I can read, I can cook, I can stand de-bukes, And my seaweed pie is a dish de luxe, So I’ll cook for the whole durn party!” And even now in the Sailors’ Rest When the old salts get together And weave tall tales of adventurous sails Under every sort of weather, You can hear them sigh As they pipe their eye And recall the glories Of seaweed pic; And their joyfullest stories Will testify To the virtues of the spices of Seaweed Pie! As around the board Each bares his head And thanks the Lord For his daily bread, But thanks Dean Lord With a heartfelt sigh For the nautical bliss Of SEAWEED PIE. —B. U. News."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: What Would

    "WHAT WOULD Louise Guild do without her Funk & Wagnails Dictionary? Marguerite MacPherson do without correspondents? Charlotte Grodsky do without her large notebook paper? Arleen Morse do without her imagination ? Ruth Goddard do without measles? Betty Waite do without her past experience? K. Riley do without her latest headlines? Alice Marshall do without her new clothes? Marj Mattoon do without her good themes? Fran Baker do without the League of Nations? Muriel Kodis do without Clothing? Jennie Gold do without her baby face? Alice Reum do without her nosegays? Annette Pierce do without her trips to Boston ? Agnes Rawstron do without her yearning eyes? Kay Hilly do without her “nuts?” Millie Sullivan do without Thorndike?"
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: Ode to Posture

    "ODE TO POSTURE Mary had a great big curve In her lower spine. She studied posture for a year And now she stands just fine. - I have a little backbone That always walks with me, And when I try to stand up straight It's straight as it can be. But when I walk all slumped down From my head down to my heels It twists and turns in great long curves Just like those wiggly eels. It hasn’t any notion Of the way it ought to stay, And if I’m not most careful Wobbles every sort of- way. It stays so close beside me I’m as good as I can be, For if I don't behave myself That bone will copy me."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: Home-Made Pie - A. D. 2000

    "HOME-MADE PIE—A.D. 2000 Give me a spoon of oleo, Ma, And the sodium alkali, For I'm going to make a pie, Ma, I’m going to make a pie. For Dad will be hungry and tired, Ma, And his tissues will decompose; So give me a gram of phosphate And the carbon and the cellulose. Now give me a chunk of casein, Ma, To shorten the thermic fat, And give me the O, bottle, Ma, And look at the thermostat And if the electric oven is cold Just turn it on half an ohm, For I want to have supper ready As soon as dad comes home. —Mass. Odd Fellows Journal."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: Abraham Lincoln

    "Abraham Lincoln Ah, some one speaks the name of Lincoln! And, I, a-dreaming, seem to sec A silent lad before the firelight, A worthy book upon his knee. And now I sec him bravely trudging O’er rough and dreary miles to school To satisfy the thirst for knowledge That kindled in his boyish soul. With loyalty and patience toiling, With ever growing strength and mind, I sec him rise to might and manhood, Enduring, faithful, just, and kind. Anri with his patriot’s heart full, dreaming, Although his dreams a cause for jest, I see him climb to rank of lawyer, Still striving with unbroken zest. The years go by. I sec him, hero, As leader of the nation stand, His heart in sympathy with freedom For cv’ry negro in the land. And now I watch him through the battle That freed, at length, the hampered slave, Anri sec the tragedy that sent him So true a martyr to his grave. As Liberator—then I hail him— Who from a meager boyhood came, Anri rose, triumphant over hardships To rest in honor and in fame! Alice Jeannette Ward."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: The Old Bookshop

    "The Old Bookshop Alone, On the corner it stands, That old bookshop Where many hours Are spent By those who know And love it. It does not mean much To the passing crowd Who turn And remark For something better. “That place should be razed." But to a chosen few It is their joy In life. They will spend An hour Or maybe two With row upon row Of friends In that old bookshop. V. N. R. '34."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: The Herald

    "The Herald Treading lightly, gayly, softly, Spreading fragrance, bringing light, Comes the herald of the sov'reign, On the very heels of night. Winter’s icy barriers crumble, Snow-bound fields before her melt; They bow down before her power, Those who winter blasts have felt. Who is this most radiant being, She whose praises all winds sing? She is love, and joy, and beauty; She, the lovely herald—Spring! V. N. R. '34."
  • The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: To Freshmen

    "To Freshmen This superficial soliciting For friendship Cannot be good. It speaketh not of heart But only of look and manner. Draw within thyself A little more And tho' being not Too self-sufficient, Wipe off thy masque And be a Heartfelt do'er. A. M., '34."
  • Standing Figure

    Standing figure with a large head, ringed neck, long torso, short legs, and large feet. The head shows a stylized coiffure with hanging aluminum rings, simple facial features, and a notched nose as well as incised scarification. The upper torso shows incised scarification and arms and hands are held close to the body. The lower torso is composed of multi-protrusions simulating a dress or a costume. The figure is carved from dense hardwood, is stained, and is highly patinated. A cord with beads encircles the figure.
  • Face Mask

    Face mask with raised eyebrows, small, stylized ears, and a wide-open mouth. The mask displays extensive incised scarification on the forehead and cheeks. The entire mask is coated with an encrusted patina and the areas around the eyes show discolored white kaolin.
  • Mask

    Flat-panel mask with a raised upper section showing a carved v-shaped coiffure, incised reverse V-shaped eyes, and a wide nose. The lower section of the panel shows an incised small horizontal mouth. The mask which was hung in a shrine is painted with dark red and black areas of pigment. There are also traces of white paint.
  • Cult Figure

    A cult figure is composed of a head, torso, and flared base. The heart-shaped face has simple features including coffee-bean-shaped eyes, a long nose, and a simple horizontal mouth. The figure is carved from a light semi-hardwood and is coated with a mixture of white kaolin and palm oil.
  • Face Mask

    Face mask with domed forehead carved beard, coffee-bean-shaped eyes, prominent cheekbones, long nose, and open pursed mouth. The exterior of the mask is coated with a brown/gray patina which is encrusted. The interior is polished and patinated.
  • Ritual Object

    Soft stone panel carved in the form of a face with deep-drilled eyes and incised facial features. This very unusual ritual object has an oil/waxy surface; it shows great age and wear.
  • Face Mask

    Narrow face mask with a long-notched nose, oval eyes, and an open mouth with simulated teeth. Mask has incised scarification, areas of red and brown pigment, and an encrusted patina. The reverse side of the mask shows a dark, and shiny patina.
  • Narrow Fetish Mask

    Long, narrow fetish mask on a custom base. The mask has a high domed head, large coffee bean eyes, a large triangle-shaped nose, and a large open mouth. The mask is carved from light-colored hardwood and is highly patinated; it shows areas of repair by the hands of people who actually used the mask.
  • Figural Knife

    Figural knife with iron blade and hilt in the form of a kneeling woman. The figure shows a typical long coiffure, natural facial features a long neck, a long torso with vertical scarification, small breasts, and long arms touching the abdomen; she kneels on a pedestal. The figure is carved from semi-hardwood and is stained and patinated. The end of the metal blade is bent upward.
  • Standing Figure

    Standing hermaphrodite figure with a large flat head, star-shaped eyes, a thin nose, a horizontal mouth with simulated teeth, and a thick-ringed neck. The figure shows long arms joined at the abdomen, female breasts and male and female genitalia, short legs, and small feet. The figure is carved from hardwood and is stained, and highly patinated.